Maybe he wanted to gloat. That was always a possibility. But it wasn’t sufficient. Genna had the feeling he was after something that only she could give him. It must be information.
He was rubbing the rod down her stomach now, and Genna saw how his eyes would follow it, moving from her face. She might be able to act while he was distracted.
But what could she do? She had no weapons, and all he had to do was bring his thumb down on that pad to send a jolt of electricity through her body. Even if she somehow avoided that, there was an armed guard standing by the door.
“Where is he, Genna?” Garrick spoke quietly, and he inched his head forward.
She stared back at him. She would give nothing away.
“Where is your puppy?”
Kharem’s expression. Genna wondered how long the two of them had be
